The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-09-16
in both our hearts, for all our hateful


in both our hearts, for all our hateful
ways"'
As for me. look on in unbounded
amazement. For a moment I forget
even my private worries at sight of
these new and most unexpected de-
yelopments. Only for a moment.
though, for Aunt Nancy's next words
bring them all back to my mind.
There is another thing in which
YOU were right and l wrong. l. aviniA-
Life is too short for lasting resent
ments, and this child life must not be
spoiled because of "a mistake which
was made long before she was born.
If you can forgive, surely / can do so,
too Write to your Ralph, r este, and
tel him to come as soon as he can.
No one knows how short time may be
for one or both of us, and I should
like to tell him myself that the past is
over, and the future shall be as you
and he will. "
Aunt Nancy's words have nearly
taken my breath away, but 1 gath Ell
my senses sufficiently to reply: ''Ralph
must be here in Camford, A unit Nancy,
but I can not tell where. I only hear
him at night, and in the daytime he
neither comes nor sends any message,
though I have been expecting him all
the time"
Naturally Aunt Nancy and Aunt
Lavinia stare at me as if 1 had sudden
ly gone mad. Then they turn Their
eyes upon each other with puzzled
awe.
Can she hear it, tor' says Aunt
Nancy; "and not drop of Carroll
blood in her veins, for her mother was
our half-sister! What is it that you
hear by night, Rose?"
Music" 1 answer. "A strange
sort of music, such as I never heard
before think it is Ralph serenading
me upon the bagpipes, though why
bagpipes, and why always Wagner, ]
can not tell"
Wagner! Bagpipes! Is the child
madr' cried Aunt Nancy. ''Can we
be mistaken, Lavinia, and was it not
meant for us after all?'
''Meant for your 1 cry. ''But why
should Ralph serenade you9 Do you
think
The door opens. and Bridget APP
pears with the mornings mail.
"a letter for you, Miss Rose, y she
says, and recognizing Ralph's hand. l
seize it and tear it open. Strangei
Ralph has never left New York, can
never have been near Camford, and
yet
aunt Nancy" cry, but pause as 1
become aware that Bridget is speak
ing.
And I can stand it no longer
Sure the screeching of it is enough to
drive you wild. Banshees is fools to
it when begin TO turn it. And if the
plumbers can t fix it, it's wash in tho
kitchen I'll have to. for it fair makes
my hair crawl on my head. >
''Banshees - cry Aunt Nancy and
Aunt Lavinia together. Then, in a
quieter tone. Aunt Nancy says: $50
and turn the faucet, Bridget, and let
us see if we can hear this wonderful
noise up here.
Another instant and the weird, I'M
canny music resounds through the
house.
Wagner on the bagpipes!' cry 1.
1.-The bansheer' cry Aunt Mary and
Aunt Lavinia.
Then Aunt Nancy begins to laugh.
What fools we have all been!' she
says.
But what is ftp" l ask, in bewilder-
ment :'Has Bridget set up bagpipess
And how does she come to be playing
Wagner"
"Bagpipes! Wagner!" cries Aunt
Nancy. rs the child quite mad! oh,
l see! That is how you heard Ralph by
night, is it? Well. don't know that
we were much wiser when we took it
for the Carroll banshee calling for one
of us, and we could not tell which.
What is it? Well. Bridget tells me that
the hOt-water faucet in the downstairs
bathroom, which only the servants
use, is ont of order, and shrieks in that
way whenever she turns it on. Yes.
Bridget the plumber shall come and
attend to it, says Aunt Nancy. with a
resigned air.
Then she laughs again. but her
laughter dies away suddenly.
After all it was a good lesson for
us. - she said, slowly. Perhaps it was
sent for that-whO knowsP Suppose
we try to remember and profit by it,
Lavinia? And to begin with. write to
yourRalph all the anne, Rosie. And,
Lavinia, think we will have that par
Tor furnished in honor of his visit, in
blue, you know"
But Aunt Lavinia, not to be outdone
in magnanimity. protests, tearfully:
mot blue, Nancy. I am convinced
that green will be for the best.
But 1 have been thinking things
over, and / say blue, and blue it shall
be, says Aunt Nancy. decidedly
Then, after pause of reflection: 1T
doesn't look at all as if we were begin
ming it all over again. only from the
other end, does it? Rosie, suppose you
act as mediator, and give the casting
vote
As for me, / can think of nothing
better to say than Tennyson's lines:
Where like shoaling sea the lovely blue
Plays into green.
And peacock blue the parlor is to
this day.-H. II. Holdjcb, te Horper's
| Bazaar.